I finally nailed using the moulds, very happy with the latest results of making my own bath bombs.
Homemade bath bomb recipe – in case you might like to try making your own too.

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I finally nailed using the moulds, very happy with the latest results of making my own bath bombs.
Homemade bath bomb recipe – in case you might like to try making your own too.

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Having purchased some pistachio cream to make some chocolates, which didn’t turn out as I had wanted, there was most of a jar of it left. So, I wondered on it for a few days and finally had the idea to make some biscuits with it. Using just a normal recipe for vanilla biscuits and substituting the butter for pistachio cream as well as adding some fresh ginger. It went well…
90g Pistachio Cream
80g Caster sugar
185g Plain flour
1 large egg
1 tsp of vanilla extract
3 tsp fresh crushed ginger
Mix the cream and sugar together to form a smooth paste, whisk the egg, ginger and vanilla together and add to the mixture, combine until smooth. Add the flour and bicarb and form a dough.
Then roll out, cut into desired shapes and place in the fridge for about 15 minutes before cooking. Bake on 160°c (fan oven) for 10-12 minutes or until start to brown. Then place on cooling rack, and enjoy eating them…

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It started with Consumerism, people and products, psychological testing and techniques to get us to buy those products. And keep buying them, changing them, desiring more and different.
And as the Monopoly machine moved forward, a change seems to have occurred in the last decade or so. Where we are no longer the customer and the buyer, no longer the consumer, we appear to have become the consumed. We are the product.
Where the corporate provider has turned into a corporate hoover. Rather than sell you things and keep providing to you, they want to strip everything back, take your houses, your possessions, your livelihood, and even separate you from your family. To be an individual pod that can provide itself as the product. So you can provide to them. Your data, thoughts, health, time and offspring.
But initially, we were already consumed, because in order for that conveyor to keep moving, it required our time and thoughts, to be consumed by society and what it wanted from us. To make sure we qualify and are graded, that we are allowed to take part, that we don’t get left out or ignored, each lining up to take our place that had been set for us. Not just by society of course, we ran with the idea quite well in our own groups and smaller family structures, created our own little systems to run within it, Expectations and circumstance shaping much of the mentality that emerged.
Being aware that you are A Commodity doesn’t change it though, as for the most part, I don’t think people really minded the exchange of time into money. Then you exchange your money for things you need to be able to continue to give them your time, and get that money. Going back and forth like a perfect cycle. Except now it’s all gone a bit wrong, it seems more time is required, to make more money, just so they can take more money from you. Making Money from Misery seems to be the new model unfortunately, with the previous ideas of stability, consistency and prosperity being overhauled, with a new unstable, inconsistent and weak mindset leading the way. Somewhat mind-boggling to many that so few people are allowed to be ‘in charge’ of such important decisions and changes, without being accountable or having to face any consequences. In fact, they often get rewarded for incompetence and gross misconduct, facing no real-life comeback at all. It really is quite bizarre, unless you realise that none of us probably are beholden to many laws, or written rules they come up with and pretend to play by. As if we are all just playing some rather vast and elaborate game of make-believe, pretending the person who claimed to be king in the castle was in fact so, but actually it was just a sofa fort and a bunch of kids, using their imagination to create and maintain the illusion. Until you were called in for dinner, then it all just dropped away in a second, as if it none of it was real in the first place…

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